Ideal Loving Family: 1

Hema's fantasy for her friend's son, Shabana's peeping and conflicting fantasy for her own son

Shabana welcomed her friend Hema and Dharmesh..... and leading them to her living room as she asked her Maid to send there some snacks and coffee. Within minutes her maid Madhu, wearing just a cheap cotton Saree arrived there with those.... and put those on the tea table in front of them. Picking two cups, she offered those to them while she herself took one and started chatting with her Punjabi friend about her forthcoming marriage with Mahendra.

They started planning to buy few more clothes and cosmetics as the preperation of jwellery and ornaments were still in the process.... which were designed according to the choice of Munmun, Shabana's another friend. During their conversation, at one point Hema raised the issue of Salim's poor performance in Hindi Paper and expressed her deep concern about it. Shabana supported her friend's view and requested her to coach him specially for few months in her house.

Although Shabana was having an intimate relation with Mahendra for the last two months and getting constant requests from the Nepali widower to marry him, she couldn't take her final decision thinking about her teenage son's education. It seemed he would be inattentive in his studies if she married again and his academic career might be seriously affected.... and that made her confusing.

But after getting assurance from Mahendra that after their marriage, Salim might live with them if he desired so and there wouldn't be any problem in his studies. Overall, noticing his care and affection for her son, she felt happy and thought it was the right time, she could marry.

Anyway, during their gossips, Hema was sneaking clandestine peeks at her cute student and suddenly addressed her friend.... pointing her finger to Salim, “So, Shabana, it seems that your handsome son falls in some little Beauty's trap? I often noticed his mind is nowhere in the study!”

A sly smile spread on her face as Salim turned his head towards her. She watched him, thinking to herself for the umpteenth time..... what a beautiful young boy he was. Short, slight, but with fair, unblemished skin, soft black hair, and the biggest and most gorgeous brown eyes she'd ever seen.

Hema knew her student very well since his childhood.... and having been his Hindi teacher for the last two years and the Headmistress of the school in which he had been studying from Class-V, she treated him just like her own son. Salim too behaved accordingly and never showed any type of disrespect or arrogance to her and to her husband Dharmesh.

She was in her late thirties.... elder than Shabana and Munmun both.... hadn't any children till now. Due to her childless criteria, she still looked as young as a college girl. A willowy, attractive woman with shining boycut hair, she was a born flirt. Beneath her playfulness, though, she managed always to exude a smoldering sexuality.

“He has grown up too fast, hasn’t he?” said Shabana, looking admiringly at her son.

“I’ll bet he’s grown up in more ways than one!” said Hema, laughing.

Dharmesh, sitting left to his wife, laughed. “Oh Hema, you’re terrible! You’re embarrassing the poor boy!”

Dharmesh was forty, two years older than his wife Hema. Built higher and more solidly than the normal Indian and his wife too was proportionately built. However she nevertheless had her Muslim friend's big tits and full, round ass. She liked to say that she was.... 'Built for comfort, not speed'.

“Oh, I think he can take it,” said Hema, grinning at her favourite student wickedly. “Can’t you, Salim?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Salim, smiling and glancing at his mother shyly.

“You see? He is sooo polite!” She giggled. “How old are you now, Salim?”

“As a matter of fact, I’ll turn eighteen within few days,” answered Salim proudly.

“See there, Shabana, he has already crossed his puberty!” Said Hema. “And Salim, if you don't mind, you better spare some time for us. You know your Munmun aunty and I'll involve ourselves this week for arranging your mother's second marriage and you've to keep company with two sex-starved old women.”

“Hema.... Check yourself!!” blurted Shabana. Hema was one of her best friends, but the older Punjabi woman had a wild side that sometimes embarrassed the more straight-laced Muslim widow.

“Oh, relax, Shabana, I’ll bet he knows a lot more about sex than you think,” said Hema, reaching right and squeezing Salim's naked thighs. “Don’t you, Salim?”

“It’s okay, Ammi,” said Salim with a grin.... feeling his cock growing in his Bermuda as he looked at his Headmistress aunty's hand rubbing his thighs. "I know a few things, Ma'am."

He was actually enjoying the somewhat risque banter, and he liked the idea that his mother's best friend found him handsome. She had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was twelve years old and taking special Hindi coach from her, and she had been the subject of many of his earliest sexual fantasies. He turned towards her and saw his Ma'am gazing steadily back at his crotch as he felt a stirring of his cock. Her eyes held his for a long moment at the growing bulge, until he finally looked away to keep his focus on the TV.

Shabana turned her head and gazed at her son, her thoughts turning to an event of a few weeks back, one that had been preying on her mind ever since. She had just come home from her hospital duty, dropped her bag on the couch, and gone of in search of her son to find out if he wanted to go out for supper with her that night.

Finally concluding that he was probably in his room, she had walked up to the door and found it slightly ajar. Normally respectful of her son’s privacy, she had been about to knock when she heard a muffled groan. Peeking through the narrow opening, her eyes widened with shock, her breath catching in her throat.

On the bed, completely naked, was her son. His back was against the headboard, supported by a pillow. He was watching a hard-core Hindi porn 'Meri Pyari Ammi' in her Tab which she'd kept securely in her drawer and she watched those porns at night while rubbing her cunt. She was shocked and embarrassed both for leaking her Secrecy to her son.

Instantly she became angry for intervening her privacy and decided to snatch the Tab and rebuke him harshly. However next moment she thought it might be boomerang for both and she checked herself as she continued to watch his activities. He held the Tab with his left hand, and the fingers of his right hand were wrapped tightly around the thick shaft of his rigid teenage cock!

She wanted to leave, but her curiosity held her back. She knew, of course, that her son masterbated regularly...... all boys did. But she had never witnessed that, and hadn’t seen him naked in many years. Now her eyes were drawn to his cock, so much bigger now.... even bigger than her late husband.

It was glistening with the baby oil he had spread on it's engorged length. She watched, fascinated, as he slowly stroked it, not in a hurry, blissfully unaware that his mother was watching him. His slippery fingers slid up over the sensitive, spongy crown, then back down, as his eyes glued to the Tab's screen.

Despite her guilt at spying on her son, Shabana felt a sudden surge of warm wetness between her legs. She had simply never thought of her son in sexual terms, never thought of him as having an adult cock. Now, suddenly, watching him slowly jerk off, she didn’t see him as her son, but as a man, a man with a cock, and who knew what it was for.

She felt her nipples stiffen beneath the material of her thin Kameez as they started leaking milk, and her hand crept, almost unconsciously, downward. She pressed her fingers against her mound, rubbing herself gently through the material of her Salwar, biting her lower lip and stifling a sigh as she felt the currents of pleasure swirl through her body.

At that moment, Salim's fingers tightened around the thick shaft of his extremely hard cock, and his fingers drew slowly up against the head. He groaned aloud as a thick rope of whitish semen surged upward.... erupting from the tip suddenly.... then cascading back down and splattering over his fingers as they continued to stroke his flourishing cock.

Again and again it pulsed, and the starving mother watched, fascinated, as he pumped out spurt after spurt of hot cum.... splattering his hands and his flat stomach. She unconsciously slid her tongue out and traced her parted lips with it imagining his cum splatter on her lips as she watched.

As his orgasm waned, Shabana's embarrassment and guilt suddenly returned, and she eased away from the door. But the image of her son’s wildly spurting cock was indelibly seared into her brain. She crept back down the stairs, her heart pounding. Gathering her wits, she made sounds intentionally while walking down, and then called out to Salim that she was home.

All through the supper that night, she had been unable to get her mind off of what she had seen, as she tried hard to make sure her face didn’t betray anything to her son. After supper, when her son was in the shower, she rushed to his room and searched for her Tab..... finally finding it hidden under some clothes in the bottom drawer of his dresser.

Quickly she searched the history and was surprised by his choice..... he'd mostly watched those porns in which relatively older female actresses like Sudeepa, Tejaswini, Bhargobi, Tina Nandi, Hema Rajput etc. were involved. She even noticed that her son watched two movies completely in which a heroine named as 'Doly Roy' had acted as the teenage hero's mother.

In one film the teenage hero was jacking himself while watching a porn in the mobile. Suddenly the heroine, hero's mother 'Doly' entered the room and catches her son masterbating. Without flinching, the hero continued his stroking as he watched his mother's reaction. The mother heroine at first rebuked him smilingly for watching the dirty film as she sat beside him and started watching the porn with her son..... then one thing lead to another and finally they involved themselves in raunchy sex.

Shabana stared at the video and the captions.... her mind racing, her knees weakening. Her son was having sexual fantasies about older women! Perhaps even about his own mother.... and thinking that she was shivered! She then heard the shower turns off, and she quickly stuffed her Tab back in it's precious hiding place, leaving the room before her son came back from the bathroom.

That night, lying in her bed, the image of her son's beautiful teenage cock had returned vividly to Shabana's mind again and again. Was it possible? Did he actually masturbate thinking of having sex with her instead of those porn actresses? Did he imagine that it was her mouth around his cock, or that it was buried deep inside her yearning cunt? Did he imagine HER face as he eagerly pumped out his pent-up load of hot, thick cum?

As her mind swirled with those illicit thoughts, she drew her legs up, and her hands eased down between them. She pulled up her Maxi and her fingers slid into the folds of her moist cunt. She was sopping wet, aroused beyond belief. Slowly, she caressed herself, moaning softly.

'I shouldn't be doing this', She thought. 'I can’t be thinking this way. It's the world's greatest sin. He’s my son..... my blood..... !'

But inspite of those, she couldn’t banish the image of her son between her legs, of his huge cock thrusting into her cunt. And that taboo fantasy started to grow since Mahendra's lust-hardened cock had enjoyed her cunt's warm sensation! She could guess it was Mahendra's savage fucking which suddenly raised the suppressed desire for her own son.

“Oh Allah! Pardon me for my incestous dirty fantasy!” She groaned as her fingers slid inside her vaginal opening, moving in and out slowly as her hips thrust against her unseen lover.

Her other hand cupped her milk-filld tits through the filmy material, squeezing it as the milk squirted and soaked the Maxi.... her fingers moved in and out of her cunt. Did her son imagine himself sucking on her full milk-filld tits and drink her milk, the way he did as a little baby, while he would fuck her... driving his cock powerfully..... relentlessly toward his climax?

She could almost feel her son's manly cock inside her, feel his lips suckling on her nipple, drinking her milk, as she slid her wet fingers up and surrounded her clit with them, rubbing it. And then, she imagined his cock exploding, sending pulse after pulse of hot potent semen into her wildly clasping cunt, emptying the contents of his balls inside her, in the place that had nourished him almost 310 days.

And then she was cumming, her hips lurching upward as she shuddered with an orgasm so intense that she bit her lip to stifle her anguished cry of pleasure. She trembled from the force of her furious climax, her breath coming in short gasps as the waves of orgasm engulfed her.

She lay there shaking as she tried to regain control of herself. It was just a fantasy, she thought to herself..... just the result of her recent lover Mahendra's fucking..... and no doubt that intensified the craving even for her son.

Shabana jolted suddenly..... backing to the present by a question from her friend's husband Dharmesh. “I said….. what’s the plan for tomorrow, Shabana?”

“Oh….I’m sorry, Dharambhai,” said Shabana in confusion. “I must have been daydreaming. Well, tonight, the three of us are going to have a party here, and I brought lots of drinks. Then I have a buying scheduled for tomorrow morning, with my father. You know he's supposed to have great hands in driving.”

“I hear once Munmun's mother says your father is really good in that,” said Shabana. "Suchitra aunty often praised his driving."

“Well, in that case, I better get in line, too,” said Hema with a naughty grin..... and then looking at her husband's eyes, she continued. “If you don't mind dear, I could even use his hands all over my body..... what do you think, dear!”

"You know, I would gladly accept that.... if Shabana is OK with that," Dharmesh laughed.

"Oh Dharambhai, please hold your tongue.... he is my father," Shabana protested meekly.

"So what Shabana, you know he is without a woman for a long time..... he has needs also. I once see him hugging Suchitra aunty."

"OK.... I agree with you..... but now leave that subject..... I want to focus on my marriage." Shabana stressed on her point.

“Right you're..... So it's fixed.... tomorrow morning we're going to the showroom.... the marriage isn't far away,” said Hema, and then eyeing to Salim who was sitting on her right side and watching a cricket match in the TV. “I think you could accompany us.”

"That sounds good, Hema..... and I think Salim has no problem in that," said Shabana looking at her son.

“But Ammi, I want to focus my attention in the Hindi paper tomorrow morning. So I'll be in my room..... and from now on I don't waste a moment,” said Salim, looking at his left to get a better look at his Headmistress Aunty.

"Sounds good!” Hema supported her son. “It's better to focus on your study.”

"But I'll loose the company of your stud son..... and also miss other hot things, too," said Hema, laughing..... once again rubbing his thighs.

"What do you mean by 'other hot things'.... is it his joy-stick Hema?" Dharmesh laughed.... eyeing at Salim's crotch where a big swollen bulge was already formed.

Shabana partially turned and gave Hema and her husband a disapproving look. Why was the repartee bothering her so much, she wondered? She knew her childless Punjabi friend had always been this way..... and it was harmless. But why would it upset her now? Was she jealous that Hema was paying so much attention to her son?

She shrugged her head and resolved to enjoy herself this week by buying so many items with her two friends and not dwell on such taboo thoughts. Her son was no doubt mature for his age, had a good head on his shoulders, and would keep things in perspective. She was still wrestling with her thoughts when her father pulled his car into the driveway.

“OK ladies, I think you've enough talk,” said Shabana's widower father Sharif Ahmed, entering the living room. “Now we should have some refreshment.... I'm feeling really hungry.”

That night, after the Punjabi couple was settled into Shabana's one of rooms, they gathered for some drinks too, while Salim went to his own room after taking some breads and a plate of chilly-chiken. The three friends talked and drank and laughed, and as the time passed, the conversation turned to sex again.

“So, Shabana, does your son have a girlfriend these days?” asked Hema, sipping her fifth drink. “I’ll bet he has to fight them off with a stick!”

“Including you, huh?” said Shabana, laughing. “I saw the way you were looking at his crotch while rubbing his thighs..... Hema, you shameless hussy. But to answer your question, as far as I know he is dating Munmun's daughter Raima. However, I don’t think he’s serious about anyone.”

“Nice..... I must welcome that if he isn't serious in that,” said Hema, grinning. “Your son is a very handsome young stud, and I want to get him all to myself during your marriage. Anyway Shabana, now c’mon..... don’t tell me you’ve never looked at him the same way I'm looking!”

“Yes Shabana..... Hema is right..... we shouldn't think about it's taboo side.....!” laughed Dharmesh. “Not that it wouldn’t be fun, mind you. I’ll bet he’s got LOTS of energy..….”

“I can’t believe you two are sitting in my house and openly discussing having sex with my son, right here in front of me!” protested Shabana strongly.

Hema giggled. “I’m sorry, Shabana. But if it wasn’t him, it’d be someone else. All I can say is, I’d better find SOMEONE to play with while we’re up here, or I’ll go crazy! And you too could enjoy a good hard fucking yourself with my husband. He missed you so long.... can't we start our party once again? Don’t bother to open yourself!”

“Let’s face it, we could all restart it,” said Dharmesh, draining his glass. "And it's not harder for you as you still haven't remarried. However if you don't want to renew our previous relationship, you are free to go and pick up some guy from anywhere."

“I’m not interested in just a fuck,” said Shabana. “I’d like to have a relationship and that's why I select Monisha and Manjesh's widower father Mahendra.”

“Yes, Mahendra is no doubt a gentleman!” Supported Hema. “But I think he wouldn't mind a bit if you enjoy a new stiff cock now and then? And if that belongs to a handsome stud like your son, it would be even better.”

"Oh stop talking about my son." Shabana again blurted.

“Okay, Okay...... here’s now the million dollar question,” said Hema, grinning salaciously. “Have you seen it recently?”

“Seen what?”

“Your son's cock, of course!”

Shabana looked shocked again. “Hema! What a rubbish question!”

“I’ll bet it’s big!” Hema's eyes twinkling. “I often have noticed his big bulge. I think you too didn't miss in the evening when I was rubbing his thighs and a formidable bulge was created in his crotch. I'm sure his shaft would be bigger than average. For your information, just few days ago, I accidentally noticed him pissing against the fence of my school. Although he was flaccid at that moment, it was at least six inches long. I'm sure it would be at least nine inches when it is hard. Shabana, don’t tell me you never snuck a peek at your son's cock. Aren’t you the least bit curious?”

“No!” Shabana strongly protested..... however, instantly visions of her son gripping his thick shaft stabbing her brain. “Oh I've told you several times, he’s my son!”

“I agree.... but he’s a grownup young man, Shabana,” Hema raised her logic. “And you’ve been without one for way too long. I’ll bet you peeked.”

“Well….” said Shabana, hesitating. Her Punjabi friend always had a way of getting to her, and the wine had loosened her inhibitions quite a bit. She took another long sip before surrendering. “As a matter of fact…. I saw him masturbating a few weeks ago.”

“W....w...h....h...atttttt....???” exclaimed Dharmesh in awe.

“Ohhhh, my God!” said Hema. “What did you do? Were you excited?”

“Yes, I was, Hema? But I left him alone! He never even knew I saw him.”

“If I were his mother I’d have offered to help,” grinned Hema.

“I’ll bet you would!” laughed her husband. “So…... how big WAS it, Shabana?”

“I can’t believe I’m even talking about my son's masterbation and the size of his cock!” Shabana cursed herself. “All right, he has a lovely big cock.... as Hema expected earlier, he is even bigger than my deceased husband.... it's what you want to hear?”

“Yes dear.... but did you watch him cum? Was there a lot of it?”

“We simply shouldn't continue this conversation, Hema!” said Shabana, who was nonetheless aware of a growing wetness between her legs.

Hema laughed. “All right Shabana, I guess we’ve embarassed you enough. Don’t worry, honey, it’s all in good fun. Here, have some more whiskey.”

Toward midnight, the party broke up, as Dharmesh and Hema left her room for the guestroom, somewhat unsteadily. Shabana said goodnight to Hema at the door to her room, then watched as the Punjabi couple walked towards the guestroom.

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Ten minutes later Hema noticed the lights in Shabana's room go off. She waited for a little as to make sure of Shabana's sleeping. Being confirmed, she eased out the door, wearing a short Maxi with it's hem just pass her big ass. As she proceeded, she chalked out her plan and smiled lewdly. Finally she reached to Salim's room. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked quietly on the door.

“Salim,” She whispered. “It’s your Ma'am!”

After a moment, the door was opened a little, and Salim peered out. “Ma'am you! What's the matter? Anything wrong?”

“Let me in, Salim. I just want to talk to you about something.”

“Um…... sure, Ma'am. Please come in.” He opened the door and she followed him inside. He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He gestured toward the only furniture in the room, the bed, and Hema walked over and sat down, frankly admiring his youthful strong body.

“Come over and sit down, Salim,” She said, patting the bed next to her. “C’mon, I won’t bite.”

Salim moved to the bed and sat down next to her hesitantly, very aware of the older woman’s intoxicating perfume. He thought how sexy she was, with her wavy, shoulder-length black hair and flawless fair skin. He felt his cock stir in his boxers, and hoped that she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge there.

“Salim, I just wanted to apologize for teasing you today in the evening in front of your mother. You know me, I get kinda crazy sometimes.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Ma'am. It didn’t bother me.”

“I know, but I think it bothered your mother.”

“She still thinks of me a kid sometimes,” said Salim sarcastically.

“Ohhhh, she shouldn’t do that. You’re definitely not a kid any more," Hema said slyly..... then changing the subject, she continued..... once again rubbing his thighs and glancing at his growing bulge, "Listen, Salim, there’s something I’ve always wanted to say you about. You know I haven't a kid and so I treat you as my own. And like all mothers, I too want to see you as an established and reputed person in the society in future.”

“It's OK Ma'am.... I'll try to follow your advice.”

“Well…... do you remember when I'd given you Hindi coaching with Ritesh last year at my house?”

“Sure, Ma'am, it was when I was a student of Class-XI….. how could I forget that?”

"OK.... Now come to the point. In the recent test exam, you've scored very poor and I didn't expect that from you. You are my favourite student..... and final exam isn't far away, the reputation of our school now totally depends upon your performance. So, be attentive in my class and come to my house for special coaching.... yes, I've already talked with your mother and she is also worried about your poor performance." Hema sighed as Salim nodded positively.... lowering his head shyly and feeling embarrassed by her quick glancing on his bulging crotch.

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